Coming for darsana there is a man who says that he knows magic
He is full of wonderful sayings, with his long white beard he extends his arm indicating somewhere off in space. The devotees smile and nod to say they understand something of the place where Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari’s crystal crowns capture the light and the devotees dance like the rainbow of colors. This one offered on Vyasa puja with the singing of jaya gurudeva.
Leis have marigolds, tube and regular roses spiked with petals with fragrance whafting through the air causing all around to chant, dance, and lose material conception.
The gecko meets me right at the mailbox and we speed along to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to bow our heads. The main road takes us to the bridge over the first highway. The field of the clank of the bat is quiet today but the whalers are singing as we sprint up the hill. Circling the post office back to the main road and the triangle. Stealthily crossing through we speed to the corner and around to the reviewing stand of the cruiser king. On to the harbor where boats are returning home. Between the lakes the sufferers have their bon fires started. A single pedaler passes us but we decide not to pursue. Instead we go along the east cliff and watch a pod of seals on the rocks. As we come upon the soccer pitch the gecko takes his leave and I continue to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa cheers me on and the kalarupa is puling me toward the sandhya. The motorcycle sloka slinger throws a flag but it’s over ruled.
On the ninth Srila Guru Maharaja appeared and this evening Guru-Gauranga-Gandharvika-Giridhari dance all night in the dress offered for that celebration some time ago.

When the devotees came to the arena of the pure consciousness
They’re minds were peaceful and strong
To be seen by Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari on the amyavasya black trim, chodders and jewelry
Leis of wild flowers from around the town raising their hopes, replacing their frowns.
Rahta-bhojana-vrksa respect to thee I pedal by each day to meet the gecko. Today we cross over the main road into the southland. That’s where Mahamuni’s post box is there on the right. The snob hill leads to the florist. Several beasts at the top of the hill force us to click out. Turning to the wharf road we sprint to the opal cliff and see people on their tandems others on their fixed gears. Today we pass them all till we get to the end. At the natasala I have to take leave to pedaler’s ramp. There I cross Saint Dagwood’s creek and see the bear. Left back to the wharf road and then the long and winding one where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa waits while chastising the toffee nose and his green pen. I take the kalarupa and we shake the sandhya’s hand once again and blow my horn to call everyone in to see the ceremony begin.
The evening has cooled but the fog horn isn’t sounding. On their soft bed Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dream to engage in deep pastimes throughout the night.

Giridhari dresses in traditional yellow
Playing his flute contemplating the highest mellow
Question arises unless I become Gandharvika how can I taste what she relishes?
Gandharvika chooses blue for herself
When they come together Mahaprabhu tastes that high ecstasy and today he wears the combination of their colors, green
Leis delicate roses and petals beauty intensified by Guru-Gauranga and Gandharvika-Giridhari’s gentle swaying
Off to respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa then to the snob hill o dear toffee nose I don’t understand your green pen. Up the path and passing the lieberry with the gecko in tow. The opal cliff and the point of the hook lead us to the navapatra and on to the vaikalika. Then to the main road to the gecko’s shop. He takes his leave there and I make an appointment. Sprinting just as fast as I can past the dog wash to the harbor and then the tennis park. Back to the main road and a short turn into the southland. Darting back palms folded to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Today I drop the kalarupa on the way to the sandhya.
The fog horn is blowing as Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go deep within the far off jungle to engage in their nightly pastimes of divine love this evening.

One day the devotees go to circumambulate
the holy Radha Kunda Lake
where they may beg they might pray to be engaged in service of the line of divine masters following the angels right on back to reality the beautiful.
In the forest where Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari have leis of roses, tuberoses and cornflowers that flow with their dancing spreading a fragrance that becomes a guru
Off from the asrama and bowing at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to the go light at the main road. One of the folks comes up behind the gecko and I but shows no recognition. The gecko and I cross into the southland the beast behind goes to the left. The gecko and I go on along to the lion’s park and past the florist. Sprinting to the trader’s we lock up to go pay him a visit. As we finish locking whom but that same folk pulls up but says not a word just follows us into the trader’s carefully staying two paces behind.
“Wild isn’t it?” the gecko turns to me and says. We remount and pedal along to the soccer pitch. Right from there to the opal cliff. Between the lakes the sufferers are making their bon fires for the evening. As we come upon the natasala the gecko takes leave and I continue around the corner to the cruiser king’s. Through the treacherous triangle to the harbor. (Ha! Old toffee nose marks that with his green pen with glee) the boats have come in for the evening. I pass the tennis park and sprint on to the main road. The hospital is on the left so I take a right to avoid the merging beasts. The long and winding means a left turns in front of the oncoming beasts. I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and as usual the kalarupa races me to the sandhya so I’ll be there in time.
Tonight’s dress is the lion on the chase. Trying to remove our material consciousness and replace it with desire for service in that dedication land. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are ever inviting us to associate with them in eternal serving mode.

Come for darsana with your friends Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their traditional colors. Mahaprabhu's is orange mango Giridhari's is lightening yellow and the royal blue is Gandharvika's own, the one she picks for her very own. As they're offered the looking glass they see a creative blast each with a different mukut. The jewelry too, puja means every day brings something new.
Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa on to the main street where the gecko is waiting. To the lion's park and then the florist. Sprinting all the way to the opal cliff. The hook of the point sees the sufferers lining up for tea and a slice since it's a cheap price today. Between the lakes is the man with a hat full of bottle caps and feathers. A team paces in their line by us who are spinning with the flow. There's a train on the tracks that makes us wait to get to the shop where the gecko must take leave. Ms Gault takes me through the triangle and the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. Back to the redone road and the tennis park. At the toad road take a right and meet up with the toad himself. We sprint past the navapatra where the toad takes his leave and i make it to the wharf road. i rejoin the main road to the long and winding one to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and folding my palms as the kalarupa drags me to the sandya
The lotus nails that ripped the chest of the demons but pat the head of Pralada. This evening the humidity seems high so it's hot enough to rather dance the night away.

In days gone by when magic was all around the queen dressed up in an orange sari and turned to say it was the ekadasi day
a new broach upon her chest matching the one on Giridhari's as the son of Saci began to dance.
Once a month three days before the dark moon with colors of the rainbow everywhere reflected by the stardust in her hair
leis of petals and full roses genteelly following their movements as they sashay
Sri vrksa jaya vrksa jaya jaya vrksa as i pass the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the gecko meets me and we cross the bridge over the first highway make the left at the hospital curve over the Saint Dagwood river to the tennis park and between the lakes. The opal cliff slings us past the soccer pitch where the women's team is practicing. The toad road lets us glide to the harbor where the boats are out. The natasala is announcing that it will be back in 10. The gecko takes his leave to look after his shop and i take to ms Gault to avoid the triangle. The hospital parking lot extends my view to the florist. Back to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa gets the respect from me and has the kalarupa sneak me into the sandhya.
as the night ends Vamsi dasa babaji enters marakata mani puri riding on a horse of different color talking like a pirate

If i could freeze this frame
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their Janmastami dress
i'd decorate time with puspamala and candana pulp
make it last a little bit longer.
Well the devotees will take this one day get to see them in outfit from
the night before for the next day too.
Ah, but the discerning eye detects some new jewelry for the vyasa puja
and the leis of marigolds, roses and tuberoses
Long term pedaling. Folded palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and then around the navapatra with the gecko my usual sidekick. We circle the soccer pitch and see the tandems also pedaling that way. The opal cliff is quiet and by the time we get to the pelican point the birds are almost a million strong. The harbor is full with boats. The heat has people lying on the beach hopping for relief. The shopper's corner and the school are waiting for the session to begin. We pass in review. The gecko takes his leave and i sprint to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to bow my head. there the kalarupa paces me to the asrama and shake hands with the sandhya to come blow the horn.
Many names of many places likewise the outfits are known by name. Call this one baby blue while Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance the night away.

Welcome back my friends to the day that refuses to end. Of course there’s always time for another kirtan song. The young flautist is calling the entire people home. Everybody has his connection, can come back to his Goloka, even If though they’ve never been there, Still the young flautist is calling all the people home. Some of them might be sumanas children others are completely different still Goloka’s a mahotsava and everything tastes nice. The rose and fuchsia leis with gerbera daisies as the center the birthday celebration begins.
Pedal it like you stole the time to. Respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and head on to the main road where the gecko waits to race. There are many couples pedaling today. Most follow each other but some are on tandems. Co-motion keeps them going while the gecko and I alternate between sprinting, pedaling at speed and pace lining. The harbor is empty the boats have all gone on to the bay. The natasala is dark again. We take after Ms Gault to avoid the treacherous triangle. The cruiser king is in the mood for pedaling and joins in today. The three of us flying along over a hill and then a new sign appears announcing “rodeo creek”. We never knew. Cresting that hill a voice calls out to us and we make the u-turn to answer. One of the folks shows me his fixed gear creation. “I’m going to put a brake on it though” he tells me. “Good idea” the gecko, the king and I answer in unison. “I’m taking the long way home,” I explain. “I’m headed up to the wharf road after the soccer pitch”.
When our peleton gets there the cruiser king takes off to mind his store. The gecko and I continue up the long and winding. The fixed gear friend goes by in a beast capable of making fifty-five miles per hour in eleven minutes. Then the motorcycle sloka slinger passes us with a rev of his motor. At the back drive the gecko also takes his leave and I continue on to face unafraid the sandhya.
Showing that this day refuses to end Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari get a new day outfit instead of a nightdress and they continue dancing all night long. The blue, teal and orange reminded me that once after dancing Giridhari showed the limit of cleverness by speaking about his pastimes with Gandharvika and as she was looking down he painted dolphins in various sporting pastimes on her breast. So it’s come to be called, the limit of cleverness.

August 17
With the lion riding the jotish cakra to the moment of birth you know a great personality is going to appear.
He'll bring devotion as it's not been seen
and his divine love will steer the stars
This outfit was offered on Gaura Purnima
No need for speculation, so clear are his explanations
purifying all offenders freely giving causeless mercy preme sankirtana will bring the mind's true liberation
petals and roses for the leis today. Light enough to dance and not break the devotee's trance
from the door of the asrama to the southland and around to Mahamuni's post box. The florist has gone home so the gecko and i go on to the opal cliff. The hook of the point has a team of roadies on their pace line. We try to keep up for some time but they go on past the tennis park while we turn for the harbor. The Cruiser King has his reviewing stand out late tonight. Through the triangle and past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. We pedal along the redone road and between the lakes the bon fires are light and getting higher. At the windmill the gecko takes leave and i go on to the wharf road. The sun is fading fast as i bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The kalarupa pulls me back in short order.
in the ninth guru maharaja comes out from the dugout and engages in his work of delivering the condition souls under the banner of Mahaprabhu.

Vrndavana is a closed circle
Its numbers are very small
But Mahaprabhu has come to distribute its sweetness to one and all
Petition Gurudeva saying, “I want it” go on and answer the call
If you find yourself in Nadia on the Phalguna purnima
Tell them Mahaorabhu’s sankirtana party has opened you to the dream
Dream of what gurudeva has sung “naumi gaurasundaram”
Two leis makers today one made Giridhari’s in the thick and heavier style of another tradition. Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika's in the school of lighter and freer flowing love. Roses, tuberoses, and one called what sounds like “bizzaro” flowers
Quickly quickly respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and meet the gecko on the main road. Cross the bridge over the first highway at full speed at forty miles an hour the checkered jersey champion couldn’t catch us, armature peddlers. In the curve one of the folks goes by and we note it down. The tennis park is having a match while we goe between the lakes and back to the bejeweled road. At the harbor we see the boats are coming in as the sun is going down. At the natasala the gecko takes leave and i circle the shop. i pass a peddler who had been climbing a hill he looks like one of the folks so i double take he's not who i thought still i shout out "dandavat" then i understand he probably doesn't know what i'm talking about. The road is quiet most of the way i sneak in the left onto the long and winding one just before the red and a station wagon come through. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa comes along at a succession on my trip distance. The kalarupa pushes me back to the sandhya and i beat the tag.
After the festival day Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their gold nightdress and then into their soft bed.

august 15
Giridhari is a dancer I believe it since the devotees told me so. He’s also supremely in control.
Not only that but he’s an actor with a blue flower pushed over his left ear. I thought it through and thought it best to let the illusion flow.
With a philosophy book in my hand I looked up Nietzsche who said if he were to believe in a God he must be dancing. Giridhari is certainly the closest thing to sac cid ananda our eyes can see on this side of the velvet curtain that separates maya’s iron from gurudeva’s gold.
“Hey murka! Look at these flowers! They all came from my yard!” The leis are light and fluffy roses and marigolds that turn to face the devotees. They’ve got that home grown fragrance makes y’all loose mundane conception
With hearty respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I headed from the southland to the lion’s park. The florist is on the right and then the gecko waits at the top of the small hill. The opal cliff comes after a couple of joggers with their dogs. The sufferers are changing clothes behind their beasts. The pelicans are wonderful birds indeed and this evening they’re assembling at their point for their rest. The beasts are slow on the redone road but we carefully fly by. A slower pedaler is off in the distance and we have to time passing him with a big enough break in the line. The corner leads us to the school. Fortunately there are beasts going left to allow us to sneak in a right turn before the light changes. We sprint through the triangle and give a look to one beast and it’s pilot. The gecko takes his leave there and I go as hard as I can and bow my head to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The kalarupa is there to push me back to the asrama once more for the sandhya.
The fog has rolled in and the temperature is a little cool but Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari still have their plans for dancing under the moonlight wearing their white, green and red night dress.

So happy we’re smiling coming miles to receive your darsana
Teach us to love you so above you will hold no other
By your grace will come out of the material catastrophe
Adopting a healthy life as Mahaprabhu taught.
Stealamani joined in he dressed them basically left the crowns, garlands and wigs for me we dressed them can you see the tag team?
Leis of roses and sumanas flowers flow along their dancing moves and as the peacocks cannot but swoon.
From the asrama to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and offering respect the gecko joins me but just around the southland and through the opal cliff. The hook of the point saw cruisers in a pace line and us getting by easily. The gecko takes his leave at his shop to help a wrench. I go on to see the swami and the stars. Back out and around the great blue whale passing the sufferer thakura who sees the people coming to pray for waves. As I go between the lakes one of the folks is there calling my name. He’s picking blackberries. We join together with the band over the east cliff. We stop to see the sufferers playing in the waning daylight. He too takes his leave and I go on to the wharf road. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa stands as I bow my head and speed to the asrama.
Mahaprabhu in his dhoti white stands underneath the Math logo while Gandharvika-Giridhari dance all night until they slip into their beds so no one will be the wiser when they come to wake them in the morning.

Hey Prabhus have you heard the news? The Aruna Har Posse rides again!
It won't be long 'till the word goes 'round and you can come and bow your heads down!
The style is new though the colors the same as so many outfits before
But the seamstress keeps amazing me with her ability to create new substance she must be getting some kind of new light.
Giridhari's crystals make such sweet sound when they collide and mix with the vibration of his flute. The jingling of his ankle bells makes a concert of enormous repute.
Gandharvika's ruffles and veil have artists painting her for worship and Mahaprabhu absorbs it all to distribute to all the world.
What is the ratha-bhojana-vrksa? One asked today “the tree that comes out of the curve and stands there ready to eat the cars. Gurudeva we should offer respect so each day I begin that way. Today it was off to the southland and by through a car park on the way to the lion's park. The snob hill and the village came next. The tennis park was empty when I met the gecko and we went between the lakes. We could already smell the bon fires burning as it was cold and foggy. We both felt like we might be in a play. Still there were several other pedalers today and we mixed in with them all. To the soccer pitch where a team was practicing and up the jewel street that ends at the toad road. (that's a fragment you might consider revising) The toad came out for the first time in a many days to pace us to the corner and through the reviewing stand of the cruiser king. At his shop the gecko has to take his leave and the toad and I continue. The harbor is empty cause the bay is dotted with sails. We go past many honky-tonks and bars to the wharf road. The goes to the long and winding one and I offer respect again. The toad takes his leave and the kalarupa once again paces me home to the place I belong.
“Wow time is getting closer” Bhakta Blade told me as we dressed Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari this evening. “I looked at the clock when I started. Then I took the flowers off and that seemed like it took five minutes. I looked at Gandharvika for twenty minutes and then I started dressing them. I've got their day clothes off and have got them into their basic nightdress and now it's only been twenty-five minutes.” The lotus nails didn't seem to take long at all this evening. The fog is rolling in and it's a bit cooler than other nights so they must be planning stay inside tonight.

“Welcome to the asrama, we're so very glad you're here
My name is Roy and it's been made clear that the colors of this outfit start with the letters of my name.
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari wear this on the first Ekadasi of the month twelve times a year.
Giridhari's cape has bright blue stars and he likes to look see it on him as he views it in the mirror.
Hey, she's making leis from roses and flowers from their land it's grand that they all can't be this well made is a shame
Just as fast as you can pedal to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to bow my head. Then there is a fawn that looks up and takes a notion to cross the road. The gecko is there to make sure the fawn and I don't collide. The gecko and I take off for the curve and on to the bear's house. The soccer pitch is empty today so we round the opal cliff to the east cliff. There are about fifty sufferers out in the bay playing among the white caps. Then the harbor sees the boats out sailing away. We circle the shop once and the second time the gecko takes leave and I speed down the ramp to the tennis park. Between the lakes are a couple of cruisers that I get by easily. A beast pulls out in front of me and goes about one door and stops to park. “Only here” I think. Then it happens on the next road too. Back to the wharf road and the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa seems to acknowledge my folded palms as the kalarupa comes to pace me back to the sandhya.
The hot pink and emerald green of the nightdress keep Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari thinking about a horse of a different color and talking like a pirate.

August 11
I opened the curtain of the altar and the light of a white globe it stamped my eyes
When my vision returned a gaggle of girls burst out of vrndavan dust and pada padma floated up for darsana and floated a question in drops of caranamrta “When was this outfit offered?” Just before I could say “on Gaura Purnima day” a breeze blew them away and I had to realign my mind to ask was that a residual from a youth gone misspent or just a pakora induced dream? When I saw some lingering words sashe, swirl in the air come down at their lotus feet. I gazed through the aroma of Tulasi and saffron to read what they said “Do Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari have an outfit that's yellow, mango and red?' taking them in a pancapatra I showed the seamstress and thus this dress was born.
Leis of marigolds and bubble gum flowers get the grace of the lord and thus become beautiful
Darting from the asrama to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to bow my head. Along crossing the bridge over the first highway the gecko is waiting. We start lightly today and take the curve over Saint Dagwood's river at a quick but not too fast jaunt. By the tennis park we are in full sprint mode. The redone road leads on to the trader's. Circling his center we see some several pedestrians strolling through cross walks. We have to slow a bit to accommodate them but we keep as fast a pace as they will allow. Stealamani is serving up dosas to the leaping monque this evening. He doesn't know his actions were observed though. The main road sees the gecko take leave to tend to his shop and I put my head down and sprint all the way to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and fold my palms just long enough to meet the sandhya and blow my horn.
This evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari just seem like they want to stay awake to enjoy the cool of the evening. They slip into their baby blue dress in a leisurely manner and come to lie down on their beds of aromatic flowers.

Not good to be a fat man,
And mundane or even spiritual knowledge is just like fat
The devotees just make fun
Better to be a niropati man, just surrendered to Gurudeva’s whim
Carrying so many books around with you
So hard to find a place to store them too.
Be gurudeva whimsical or whamsical whatever he says to do
Just eat the Diet Olive and perfection will find it’s way to you.
Leis of fuchsia, marigolds, roses and petals light and easy to wear no chance movement will be impaired.
Pedal just as fast as you can offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and get to the lion’s park where the gecko is waiting. Climbing up to the wharf road clicking out at the top then left to the opal cliff. The soccer pitch has a big match going on with trophies on the sideline. Sea gulls are hovering around the point of the hook. A “pace line” of family members is in front of us and a pack of beasts is over our shoulder and behind. We have to pick the time and line to weave in and out of the family in order to keep our own pace. At the harbor the boats are out so we go on. Overlooking the mountain men who are trying what they’ve seen on Olympic trials. Some are laughing some are singing others are sitting down. The leaping monque is on the right and is there today unusual for a Sunday. The dog wash has blow dryers making “beautiful music” together. The redone road and the tennis park are in line. An alien waits within so we turn to go at a high rate. The wharf road splits us up. I go off to the long and winding and he to the shop. I offer more respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa who leads me along the road so the sandhya will be happy with me as I enter the asrama , come to blow the horn.
The cream and red Chinese silk offered on Nrsimhacaturdasi is smooth like milk but when the Lion catches the demon his is “The touch that kills” for he tears out the demons heart. In the cool of the evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance all night.

Gurudeva and his party rolled up to the Monterey Bay, inviting Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari to grace the people with their darsana. Appearing in a dress the color of the foam on the ghee they bathe in.
He asked all to come and participate in a plane of consciousness that without his grace everyone would miss.
A land where eveyone can be happy and laugh once more.
Leis of full and fluffy roses that scatter on the ground as they sway to the rhythm of their dancing feet. The heart that Gandharvika's forms pleases all devotees especially the maker of the leis.
The gecko is raring to go today he meets me at the mailbox and we offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. On to the southland and the lion's park. Mahamuni's post box is there on the right. Then a florist climbing a small hill and sprinting at full force to the opal cliff. Joggers are everywhere along with family pedalers who view us with some reservation. The point of the hook is full of people looking for the price of a slice and listening to the steady beat of poets of the day. A gang of guys who have given up their pedals and attached lawnmower motors to their machines go by and the gecko and i share a chuckle. They are decked out in leather and the whole bit very strange. The natasala is dark once more. The cruiser king is there to insure our safe passage through the treacherous triangle and on to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor has all the boats accounted for. We pass between the lakes where a convention of sufferers are staking claim to bits of sand. We go as hard as possible to the wharf road and then at the long and winding one i am called to take my leave and join the kalarupa in folding palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. On to the sandhya and the sunset service.
To bed to bed under golden sheets upon soft pillows. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are "fast asleep" as soon as i can get them dressed and in bed. But then once the light goes out who knows what may happen

August 8 2008
Guru Maharaja’s appearance day has come again
Plan for a new dress is a mental seed while the seamstress gets people to sew on beads
The idea of the new dress soon came out from the brain of the seamstress to be made by her and an apprentice seamstress
The apprentice worked alone in her chamber
With only an unmarked calendar
Still the dress took form and was ready to be offered on the appearance day.
In the nath mandir I saw two hundred devotees or even more
Some were chanting or reading
Some were singing of his glory
But when the curtain opened they all bowed and prayed
To Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari wearing the new dress just made
Then I asked the apprentice if this was the Govardhana Puja dress and she told me to just keep my silence.
“I’ve used all the flowers in Giridhari’s lei today!” the maker told me. “Will you be emphasizing with the flowers for the other two?” I asked. “Why yes! I’ll be heavily emphasizing for them”
Giridhari;s curled through his hair and under his left arm it bounced around d his right one and followed the bend in his knees and laughed as it wound it’s way around his lotus feet. Mahaprabhu’s came just above his knee while Gandharvika’s formed the heart that all like so much. “Wow, it’s like magic, the other two are the right length too!” the maker said when they appeared just after their bath.
Charging past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to the main road. the gecko and i are rounding the curve when a team overtakes us. Wow. The tennis park is empty but between the lakes are a hundred sufferers. The harbor is full of boats due to the fog. The cruiser king is review us and decides he'll come along. He takes the lead and we go down the ramp around to the soccer pitch and on to the opal cliff. The pelicans are coming to the point. We see the team one more time and we overtake them this time. But that gets them going so we get dropped again. That brings me to the long and winding where i take my leave. i fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. the kalarupa is there to warn me that i'm down for the sandhya.
Deep within the far off jungle Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are dancing in the warm moonlight. They take rest early still someone is outside chattering. "They're going to bed" someone else says. that allows me to finish in quiet.

Guru Maharaja’s appearance day
His wealth unique not the same
He made us happy by taking our misery
By instructing us “Renounce your mind and just listen to me”
Light so new it rearranged our minds for today, tomorrow all the way to the end of time
Rose and kin of marigold leis nicely contrasting with the green and purple of the dress and flowing in the breeze with every step of their dance.
Respect to thee ratha-bhojana-vrksa now it’s pedaling past Mahamuni’s post box and to the lion’s park. The soccer pitch is empty today so the water is spraying on it. The opal cliff features joggers and sufferers changing and a couple of families pedaling away. The gecko is there at the pelican point and we take off between the lakes where beasts are rolling up and letting their riders off. A team goes by and we decided to try and hang on as they get faster through Saint Dagwood’s park. We keep up well enough for green horns. They go off on the golf course road while we sprint on to see the blue whale. He is just closing but lets us circle around. Back to the monarch flutterbys favorite hang out. Around to the sufferer thakura who has a new leis himself. Johnny Law is behind us so we take the left and get back to the spinner’s church and Stealamani’s kutir. The wharf road takes me back to the long and winding one as the gecko continues back to his shop.
The lion is on the chase this evening in the warm August night. The take rest knowing all the while that they will come back out for dancing as soon as possible.

august 6
There’s our gang and then there’s them
And we can’t deny that they’re the first class men
The puckawallas, as the are called in some circles.
Cleaned and pressed there’s no doubt we must improve our dress
No time to play it’s Nrsimha’s appearance day and there are things we need to mind
for want of the a twenty-five cent cup o’ Joseph we wouldn’t throw our meditation away
Sumanas leis today and there ain’t no excuses just what excuses can you say?
All the way to the blue whale today. Some folks saw me meet the gecko and then take a right. Then “they disappeared and we never saw them again. We pedal on by Seymour’s museum and the blue whale. The suffers have already lit their bon fires as we speed between the lakes. The gecko takes his leave and I head for the wharf road and the long and winding. The main road takes me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa takes me back for the blowing of the sandhya’s horn.
Bhakta Blade is moving kind of slow and the Deities are patently waiting to take their rest and get on with their pastimes. “How did you manage that?” I asked as the decorations from Gandharvika’s hair begin to land on the floor. “It takes lots practice and extreme ability he answers. By now they’ve jumped into their beds

August 5
The devotees have clothespins at the ends of their noses
‘cause the leis are being made of the most fragrant roses
Chosen to match Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their blue and red dress with their silver jari mukuts
Backdrop in the red color that just might make the seamstress get up and scream
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa is waiting my respect. At the main road I go to the right on to the parking lots darting between people and careless beasts. The gecko is waiting on the bridge over the first highway. We go on to the tennis parks where another pedaler is keeping pace with us. The gecko goes around but he’s at a fast enough clip to stay between us. Two fixed gear freaks are coming down the snob hill when one of the beasts makes a surprise lane change. Since fixed gear heads never have breaks he slams into the beast, Some how he bounces off dusts off his contraption and laughs it off with his friend. We circle Saint Dagwood’s park and come back to the gecko’s shop. He takes his leave and I look for ms Gault to avoid the triangle. Back to the main road to the pedaler’s ramp keeping the tennis park on my left I swing between the lakes where there is some kind of police and fire demonstration. I look but cannot see the point of this display. The windmill is dark when I pass to the opal cliff and on to the wharf road. the rath-bhojana-vrksa is happy that I’ve offered respect and am in with the kalarupa enough to blow the horn to start the sandhya.
Pralad-a-dad this evening and it feels like the hot August nights are here. They dress quickly enough to lie in their beds and make me think they won’t jump up as soon as I get the light off and close the door.

I’m happy for you devotees the sacrifices you’re performing aren’t in vain
But the outfit you were hoping for isn’t the one that came
Still when Janmastami day is over and you’re waiting for the arati to begin
You’re going to break into a grin
The cream, red and trim with a touch of blue
Will make all the devotees swoon.
Roses, marigolds, and sumamas flowers in the leis are certainly light and easy to wear let Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance without a care
Respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa heading straight for the bridge over the first highway. There the gecko is in a holding pattern until he catches sight of me. We speed to the whalers. At the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot we take a left to ms Gault to avoid the triangle and it works. The stars are out at the natasala this evening and the people once again are lined up waiting for the show. On to the dog’s house circling the leaping monque back to the gecko’s shop. The cruiser king takes the place of the gecko as he takes his leave. The king shows the way through the triangle on to the ramp for peddlers that we take to the bear. The wharf road takes us to the long and winding one. Shortly after turning onto the street I fold my palms to respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The king takes his leave after that and the kalarupa pedals along with me to guide me to the sandhya.
Heavenly blue is in the nightdress too but now it’s the color for Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika. Their trim is white. Since Giridhari has blue skin his dress is reversed that is mostly white with blue for trim. They are quick about dressing for rest this evening. Baby blue for Tuesday morning.

The devotees are sitting and chanting in the natha mandir
While I’m leaning up against the altar wall
I’m hearing “you’d better wait for the English teacher”
The devotees are looking at me thinking “Hey! You must be deaf! It’s Gaura Purnima and we’ve all been waiting until moonrise to have Mahaprabhu’s appearance day arati”
But I’m hearing “you’d better wait for the English teacher”
We’ve come to see Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari’s new clothes But the president said that on the phone the English teacher said to hold off till he gets there
I keep hearing “you’d better wait for the English teacher”
Dashing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I catch up to the gecko after my respect to the tree. Past the lion’s park and up the snob hill we pedal to the pace of the beasts. They go at a leisurely pace since it’s Sunday and they’ve got no particular place to go. We even sprint by a couple of them. The sufferers on the opal cliff are dressing for the occasion. A few joggers are talking and breathing hard. One man is there with a baby on the handlebar and two more in the back. We look over the bay and see the village and the wharf. The sun is going down but the sufferers still haven’t heard the news they are out in force among the white caps. On to the corner where the gecko has to take leave. I go on to the cruiser king and take the right near the natasala where the people have returned and are waiting for the show. By the harbor where a crowd of people are standing and counting the sails on the Monterey Bay all come to look for the times of the future past. The wharf road takes me to the long and winding home of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I fold my palms. The motorcycle sloka slinger meets me and asks if I go the land where the Cummins are made if can bring him an autographed tee shirt.
It looked extremely difficult for our fragile society in those days. Our leader had left and we needed guidance. So in the ninth Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the timingilla fish of impersonalism and voidism and tonight’s dress was offered on that day.

Here on the dark moon day we hope to hear the song of the bumblebee
bringing good fortune to all by singing of Mahaprabhu, Gandharvika and Giridhari as told to us by sri gurudeva.
With our heads down on the ground we hear the most sublime sound the kind and gentle vaisnavas singing the praises of the topmost guardian of the sampradaya.
They have their yellow dress with black trim and bumblebees on Gandharvika's veil.
Leis of sweetheart roses, full ones too, petals and marigolds in suspended animation they hang there. The slightest touch and they scatter over all Friday morning of the new moon a festival of joy remembering the leader of the line
The gecko and i set out together respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and dashing through the south to the lion's park again up to the wharf road and onto the opal cliff. Sufferers on waxed boards play among the little waves isn't it just so much fun to pedal and take in this scene? On the redone road we over take a couple of cruisers on our way round the corner to the school where a pace line of fixed gear heads are in a hot race. We speed along behind so as not to disturb. At the natasala the gecko takes leave and i find ms Gault to take me safely away from the triangle. On the soccer pitch there is a school having a party for something and another festooned single speed pedaler. As i bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and ready myself for blowing my horn to call everybody in for the ceremony is about to begin the motorcycle sloka slinger resets the clock to say that he is the kalarupa's agent.
After the festival day Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their deep within the far off jungle dress and sleep tonight.